Night Flight Fright Flight- Team Alpha

This is for Angel7's contest. A little more fast-paced than usual for me, but it's only a paragraph.

Submitted:Jun 13, 2011
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Nate walked through the woods, alone but unafraid. Ty's corpse
was in no danger of being found: he had seen to that with his
bare hands. It was odd that he felt no regret for what he had
done, though he just killed his brother. There was nothing: no
feeling, no stirring of human compassion. He grinned, baring his
teeth in a beast mask. Maybe I'm not human. Who cares? The
job is done: that's all that matters. Within a few hours, he
glimpsed a light through the trees, dim and ethereal. The Coyote
outpost. He nodded grimly and quickened his pace.

He arrived shortly: the door was open to meet him. He walked
inside and sat down on a wicker chair, waiting for the contact to
rouse himself. He didn't wait long. The man was a shrimp:
nervous, small, and jumpy. But he had the money. He took his seat
across from Nate, and made a clear effort to stay calm. Nate had
that effect on people. " I assume this means that he's dead." the
shrimp piped up. Nate nodded. "Excellent. Your money's in the
back: take it and go to the heli. They're waiting for you." the
little man said, mopping his brow. Nate didn't move. "Bring me
the money." he said. The contact looked at him ascance. "You're
giving me an order? You're giving a Coyote an order?" he said,
trying to sound indignant but sounding more tense than ever. "If
you're a Coyote, then I'm a frog. Get the money. Now." It was
something in his voice, something implacable and horrifying. The
shrimp rose shakily, and went into a back room. He returned with
a fat chrome briefcase. Nate smiled. "Open it.". "W-w-what?" the
man stuttered. "What fuckin' country are you from?!" Nate
snarled, "Open it!" The man was obviously terrified, and he bent
down to open the case. He unlocked the hinges, and slid it around
to Nate. The case was full of the finest greenbacks he had ever
seen. He mentally counted them: all 100,000. Good. "I can see
that our employers are men of honor. Thank you for your
business." The man gulped and nodded. Nate saw his eyes flash to
something behind him. He turned quickly, his hands up, ready to
block whatever was coming towards him! But it was no use: the
club caught him full in the face, knocking him to the floor. The
last sight he had before he faded into unconsciouness was the
glittering barrel of a .45.